Tomorrow my daughter arrives for a few days, with our grandson. They will be here to watch over me.
Monday, my wife leaves wih her sister for Edmonton. There, on Wednesday, she will have surgery to replace her heart pacemaker battery. Hopefully they will return the end to the week.
So, tonight we rest and prepare.
I expected this. I prepared for it.
But when the day comes that you begin to think, to stretch, advance. Running comes to mind. The wind in the ears. The sprint to reach your destination. There is some kind of adrenalin involved. Perhaps a bit of competitiveness.
So today at physio I mentioned that I seemed to be advancing but wasn’t out running yet.
"Your running days are over!", the physio therpaist asserted. Nicely. Definitively.
I guess I can still cover the same ground, just a little slower!
This is the day that the Lord has made, I will rejoice and be glad in it!
Not a bad phrase to start your day. Not every morning starts with "jump out of bed" excitement. Today was a bit groggy. Not good, not bad! So, as a compass orients you to true north, this saying orients me to the day.
May your day begin pointed towards God!
Not often I get emotional. Surgery has pushed me. There’s something there that makes your resources thin. Not a bad thing. Just the way it is.
Today, I had a good sleep. My exercises all got done. I’m sore but I can see things moving along.
So, I was surprised when I put on a CD (sorry, I haven’t got an MP3 player yet!!). We have Avalon’s Faith, a hymn collection. The final song is somewhat American (the final song is a tribute to men and women in American uniform). The rest are fairly standard songs in contemporary yet traditional format.
A year ago I heard the song, "Total Praise". It struck me then! Good melody, great bass line (for a bassist, always important!), great lyrics.
"You are the source of my strength, you are the strength of my life."
Today I turned up the CD player, and listened (this is a paraphrase of Psalm 121). After weeks of recovery, of ups and downs, I just needed to be reminded. A struggling friend has changed a 55 year church affiliation, another has come through a cancer scare, I’m sitting here with no "job" to distinguish me while I recover.
And I sobbed!! Really sobbed, from an inner fountain.
Sometimes God puts us where we feel sideswiped. And we get totally disoriented. Jesus seems to have walked up behind us, put his hands over our eyes and said "trust me."
Well, I guess I’d rather be in those hands than in my own!
That’s where I am today!